Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.

You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.

There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.

The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.

“Okay, I’ll see you in thirty,” Peter clarified before you hung up the phone.

Tonight Peter was coming over to study with you for your chemistry test you had tomorrow. It was worth twenty percent of your grade and of course that terrified you. Especially due to the fact that for the last couple of days, every word that rolled off your teachers tongue confused the hell out of you. Your brain wracked for hours trying to figure out what the hell a dumbbell was or how many sets of orbitals there were in a 2p orbital. You brain couldn’t figure out your way around it. But, you knew someone whose could.

Your best friend Peter. He was the most intelligent person you knew, and if him coming over to help you doing the one thing you loathed meant you two hanging out together, then so be it. And the best part was, he didn’t mind helping you, he actually enjoyed watching you concentrate on your homework, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as your bottom lip was grabbed by your teeth, his insides fluttering.

So, knowing that he would be over in thirty minutes, you decided to take a shower before he arrived. You knew that you’d be up extremely late studying, too late to not fall asleep in the shower, so you took one early. You could easily take one in enough time before Peter got here.

Or so you thought.

What you didn’t know was that Peter was already on his way over. After your previous phone call, May had told him that she wasn’t going to be able to make it dinner, leaving Peter alone for the rest of the night. So, he decided to come over early to surprise you, thinking that maybe once you got your work done, you could watch a movie afterward.

But the only problem to that idea was that you had no idea that he was coming early. You expected him to be on time, walking through your bedroom door as you began to sit down and start to arrange your books and spirals, etc. While he planned on walking in on you doing the exact same thing, sitting quietly at your desk as you began your lengthy study mission.

Well, both of you were wrong.

You stepped out of the shower, leaning over, yanking the towel off the rack before wrapping it around your body. Heavily sighing from the absence of the hot, comforting water running down your tense body, you lean over towards your vanity, checking your phone for the time.

7:10 P.M. popped up on the screen once you pressed the home button, turning your music you had playing while showering up, realizing Peter will be here in fifteen minutes, which was plenty of time for you to get ready and hangout before he arrived. You sat your phone back down, wrapping the towel tighter around your frame as you faced the mirror. You took your comb, yanking your tangled hair hard, wincing at the slight pain. After you finished, you dropped your towel, on the bathroom floor, searching for clean clothes to put on.

Fuck. You forgot to grab them off your bed.

You internally sigh, bending down to grasp your dirty clothes in one hand, your phone in the other, whilst still trying to keep the towel around your body from slipping.

But as all of this is taking place inside the bathroom, Peter was already sitting in the chair that paired with your desk, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. His new balances toed your carpeted floor, turning around slowly in the chair, patiently waiting due to the fact that he was early and knowing you couldn’t hear his presence walk in due to your loud music.

Groaning, you grasp your doorknob tightly, attempting to yank the door open with your cluttered hands and make your way to your bed quickly without dropping anything.

Well, that plan failed.

As soon as the door swung open, you were not expecting to see a teenage boy plopped down front and center in your chair in the middle of your room. Your instincts got the best of you as your startled state basically jumped ten feet backwards, dropping your phone in the process.

Oh, and your towel.

Suddenly, all you could see was Peter’s startled expression stare right back at you, your mind flooding with the sudden thought of what state you were being presented in.

Your towel was pooled around your legs, your phone accompanied next to it, as the cold air hit every part of your exposed body. You stood frozen like a dear in headlights, unable to process anything at this point.

Peter’s eyes tried so damn hard, so fucking hard, not to scale your exposed figure standing perfectly in front of him. But, his cheeks tinged bright red and his eyes moved from your eyes to your backside daringly, but quickly shooting back up to your eyes. You caught his game and felt your entire body at this point become red. Peter’s mouth gaping like a fish out of water woke you from your startled state, bending down so fast to pick up your towel you thought your head was spinning. In a split second your body went from exposed to covered, heart beating a mile a minute.

Your dropped your dirty clothes in a pile next to you, securing the towel around your body completely, running your shaky hand through your hair, “Peter what the hell are you doing here?” you hollered at him.

His open mouth took a while to close before stuttering out with shock, “Y/N, I was going to surprise you! May couldn’t be at dinner so I left early!” he rushed out.

You rolled your eyes exasperatedly, not having his excuse. He shook his head at you, signalling that he should probably get his ass out of there, “Well this was the idea of fun I had in mind.”

He then slapped himself upside the head, his hormones taking over his conscience, “O-Oh, I didn’t mean that. I meant to say-”

“Walking in on me naked is not my idea of fun! I don’t care what you say!” you yelled, yanking the clean clothes from your bed, darting towards Peter, pointing a finger at him and then the desk, a signal to sit down and get started.

He blushed deeply, giving you an awkward thumbs up before you slammed the bathroom door shut as he muttered every cuss word from A-Z in his head, attempting to get his hormones in check and the image of your naked figure out of his mind.

authors note: This is based off Sweater Weather and I’m going to be honest I found this so difficult to start so sorry if it sucks I just really wanted to post something for you guys :)

Reqested: yes

“Come on Shawn,” I call, laughing at his unenthusiastic expression. I run towards to the waves that are crashing against the shore, feeling the sand between my toes.

“Y/n,” I hear Shawn shout my name and then a moment later his hands are wrapped around my waist, picking me up and swinging me around in a circle.

“Put me down,” I squeal, thrashing in his arms while his shoulders shake in laughter. Instead of placing my body back down on the sand, I”m chucked over his shoulder as he carries me back up to the beach house we rented for the week.

“It’s too cold to go swimming today baby,” Shawn chuckles, rubbing an area of my exposed skin that is covered in goosebumps.

“But we only have a 5 days left,” I argue halfheartedly, letting him take me inside the house and up the stairs. He drops me on the bed and I laugh, scooting up till my back leans against the pillows.

“It’s going to start raining any second,” He comments, eyes drawn to the window where dark clouds are beginning to form.

“I love when it rains,” I voice, pulling the throw that was on the bed, across my body.

“If you were cold you should have just asked me,” Shawn grins and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What do you mean-” I’m cut off by Shawn pulling my leg towards him so that I’m laying on my back. He climbs on top of me, covering my body with his so that his body heat transfers to me.

“This was your plan all along wasn’t it,” I laugh, feeling his breath tickling my neck.

“Pretty much,” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the smooth muscles on his back tense at my touch. He relaxes into me as I softly massage his shoulder blades.

“We have to make dinner soon,” I mumble into his ear, removing one hand just to tangle it in his hair instead.

“Way to ruin the moment,” He groans, tightening his hold on me.

“Sorry,” I glare at him mockingly and he squeeze’s my side in response.

“Can you just let me hold you for a moment okay?” Shawn whispers, kissing my collarbone softly. I let myself fall slack into his embrace.

The Morning After

Request: I would love a Bucky smut where him and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.

Summary: You were supposed to go on a undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, fluff

A/N: I have another draft of this written up but it was all over the place and I didn’t like it so I switched to this one.

“I know you were expecting to go on this mission with Steve, but we have a job to do.” Bucky threw a towel over his shoulder, heading toward the door of the hotel room.

“Well, once you took Steve’s place this mission just got exponentially harder.” You stepped out of the bathroom, towel and sunscreen in your hand.

“How so?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You jutted your hip out, rolling your eyes at him. Your bikini was nothing special; it had a pushup top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but that was about it. The top and the bottom matched with blue and white stripes. You topped the outfit off with red sunglasses; the suit was meant to get a chuckle from Steve, not Bucky.

“Because now I have to pretend I’m head over heels in love with you, not Steve.” You flipped the light off. “Let’s just go check out the damn pool.”

Jason never took his eyes off of you during the gala. He knew tonight you were going to be the main attraction even though the gala was to raise money for the hospital that was bombed by the Joker.

He took a swig of his drink as he glared at a man eyeing you up, he was basically undressing you with his eyes and you didn’t even notice. The only man that’s allowed to look at you that way is Jason, and he would blow the brains out of anyone who gets in his way.

Jason chugged his drink and threw the glass over his shoulder not giving a damn where it landed. He straightened his tux and cleared his throat making his way towards the creep who wouldn’t take his eyes off you.

When he finally reached the scum, he swung his arm around his shoulders, surprising the idiot, “Listen here,” He said, voice low and dark as he pointed at you, “That girl you’ve been staring at tonight, screams my name every night,” He slapped the mans back hard enough for him to jerk forward, “So I would suggest you stare at those sluts over there, unless you want to stare at your own body after I fucking kill you, do we have an agreement?” Jason smirked when the creep nodded quickly, “Good.”

The man scurried away as blood rushed to his face. Jason laughed, grabbing another glass of liquor from a near by waiter and made his way to where you were standing.

You, Tim, Damian, and Dick were talking about a new mission this weekend.

“I’m driving this time.”

Tim rolled his eyes, “You’re like 4, Bruce didn’t let you last time, so he isn’t going to let you this time.”

You giggled, “Aww don’t worry Damian, we’ll let you drive one day.”

You felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around, “Hey, what happened?” You asked, noticing how Jason seemed very irritated.

You gasped when he grabbed you by the waist and leaned down, “Let’s get outta here.” He growled into your ear.

You bit your lip, feeling something spread inside your lower abdomen. Right away you knew why he wanted to leave so you nodded and said bye to the boys for the night. Jason grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd. You tried to ask Jason what happened again but he ignored you.

Pairing: Peter X ReaderWarnings: Blood, LanguageA/N: Thank you guys for all the love on Secrets! I’m glad you enjoyed it! This one is another four part series, hope you like it :D I’m posting this earlier than planned cause for some reason it’s not letting me schedule it right.

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“What? How the hell does X equal 23?” you grumbled to yourself, dropping your head and your notebook and letting out a groan.

It was almost one in the morning, and you had a massive headache from studying for a test you were destined to fail. You were actually pretty decent at math, being in an advanced course, but lately you had been distracted and forced to cram for the test tomorrow.

There was classical music playing in the background because you heard that helped with studying, but at this rate, you weren’t sure anything could help.

Clicking the home button on your phone, you let out a frustrated sigh when you saw that you had been studying for a total of five hours without break. Your bed looked incredibly inviting, and all you wanted to do was crash into it, even if it meant getting a huge F on tomorrow’s math test.

“Maybe I could set an alarm to wake after a quick nap,” you debated, leaning back against your chair and frowning at your studying notes. All the numbers were starting to blur together, probably due to your drowsiness.

When you heard a tap against your window, you jumped so badly that your phone fell out of your hand and into your lap as you stared wide-eyed at the figure on your fire escape.

“Harley Quinn?” Jughead read aloud, raising a brow and turning to look at his gang.

“That’s not even the worse one, this ones named poison ivy.” Reggie laughed pointing to the name on the screen.

“Cat woman, no ones gonna mention cat woman?” The redheaded boy barked out, laughing. “So this is what we got? These three are the most dangerous villains in Riverdale City? They all sound like women?”

Jughead, Archie and Reggie were on the hunt, there was trouble in their city. A rival gang was taking territory that did not belong to them and it needed to be stopped, they couldn’t afford to lose key business spots and one of the territories they were losing was the main drug distribution center. That would just not do.

So that brought the three boys here, checking databases and searching for the most dangerous groups to team up with, they could use all the help they could get.
“Being in charge sucks.” Reggie grunted dropping onto the couch “I wish we could just send Chuck and moose or even Adam.”

Archie shook his head “no. This needs to be done right, so we’ll do it.” Jughead nodded in agreement, as Reggie hugged again “whatever, it’s a bunch of girls, how bad could it be.”

Archie entered something into the computer before reading it over, turning to the boys

“I don’t know, but I looked up Harley Quinn, they say she’s crazy, absolutely nuts. Did you know she was the jokers girl before he died?”

Jughead stiffened, he remembered the stories now. Harley Quinn, loyal to a fault, reckless, the definition of crazy, lost her mind when batman killed her boyfriend.

Reggie seemed to come to that realization too and hopped up “that’s right! Poison ivy recruited her right after joker hit the bucket, cat woman joined after. How did we forget about that?”
Archie shook his head “more important things on our mind” he slammed his laptop shut, “well what are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to these girls.”
Jughead had an odd feeling in his stomach, choosing to keep it to himself, he followed after their fearless leader.
***
It was an odd place, dark and wet, hidden underneath the city, the doors were heavy metal and they were locked.

“Dude, what are you waiting for? Knock.” Reggie nudged him into the door. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the gun attached to his hip, just in case. He knocked.

Almost instantly the doors swung open, revealing an Asian women dressed in a mask covering her face.
“What’s your business here?” She was sharp, almost painful to hear

“We need to speak to poison ivy.” Jughead said, keeping his back straight.

“No.” just as the woman was about to close the door another voice was heard

“Oh, katana is that anyway to talk to our guests?” A woman dressed in what appeared to be vines and sporting the brightest red hair he had ever seen, appeared in the door way. He heard Reggie practically gulp from his side.

“How can I help you boys today?”

Archie stepped forward now,
“We need to speak to your gang, we would like to ask for your assistance.” He was determined and unphased by her sexy demeanor and intense green eyes. Jughead was uncomfortable, who the hell was this poison ivy?

“ hmm a proposition I suppose? Why don’t you come inside? I’ll grab the girls.” She turned and they followed.

It wasn’t nearly as scary on the inside, there were pinks and purples covering the walls, next to pictures of flowers were machetes and saws, hung in the wall next to cages and guns. Okay maybe it was a little scary.

“Harley! Kitty! Get on out here, we have company. Why don’t you sit?” Ivy motioned to the couch beside them. As soon as they sat, they heard the familiar tick of high heels and a wicked giggle. They all turned their heads and Archie’s jaw dropped while Jughead felt his eyes go wide.

While Archie stared at the raven haired beauty in the skin tight cat suit, Jughead couldn’t keep his eyes off of the blonde with the red and blue tips. She was beautiful in the scariest way possible , her pale skin marred with scars and tattoos, hearts and words, her hauntingly light blue eyes were covered in red and blue eyeshadow and her lipstick was smudged nearly down her chin. Her body was perfect, squeezed Tight into a tiny little tshirt and shorts, her long legs were covered in fishnets and accentuated by the heeled boots she had on. She was dirty, in a positively sinful way, smudges of black and brown covering her exposed skin. He watched as she smiled and her pigtails swung.

She had a bat in her hands, and was swinging it in time to her hair, “well hey there sugar, it’s nice to meet you!” It took him a second before he realized she was standing in front of him, looking him in the eyes.
He quickly looked up “nice to meet you too.” He mumbled out, she just giggled, and hopped over the couch to sit beside poison ivy.

The dark haired girl that had Archie drooling, was much more graceful, she sat delicately on the couch and crossed her legs while Harley sat criss crossed on the couch, leaning her head against the baseball bat and smiling. “What’s up?” She giggled, poison ivy patted her gently on the knee and smiled

“It seems these fine gentlemen have a question for us? You have the floor.” She nudged her head.

Archie finally tore his eyes away from the cat and sat up straight “we need help. There is a gang coming from over in pembrooke city, they’re big and they’re monopolizing all of our ports, we can take on most of them, but we need the extra help, we know how… dangerous you ladies are and we would like to ask for your assistance.”

Cat woman laughed “you want us to risk put lives for you? What would we get out of it?” She practically purred. Reggie answered now “we’ll pay you, good money. It’ll be worth your while.”

Harley was giggling now her eyes still on Jughead “we don’t need money silly, we’re bad guys, what do we need with money?” She was still smiling when poison ivy nodded

“I agree, we need something with more incentive, perhaps you’d be willing to give up one of your hide outs? We’ve been thinking of opening another lair, as soon as the pussycats break out of jail, they’ll need something inconspicuous”

Jughead stared at Archie, they did have the spare hide out in central, looking at him he nodded

“Deal. We have to warn you, this is not a typical gang they’re dangerous and they won’t hesitate because you’re females.” Archie added

Suddenly Harley was sitting next to Jughead, clutching his arm “ you don’t have to worry about us, we’re crazy! that’s what everyone says ya know?” She smiled and as he stared into her eyes, he couldn’t help but see the sadness seeping through. He placed a hand over her tiny bruised one, and smiled gently.

Veronica nodded “you have a deal, do we get to know your names atleast?” She was eyeing the redhead and he wiggled a little under her stare.

“Of course, I’m Archie and this is Reggie.” He pointed to the cocky boy who took Ivy’s hand in his own, “the pleasure is mine.” The redhead actually giggled. “And that there is jughead”
He motioned to him.

Veronica snorted, “what a group of names you all have.”

Archie smiled as they walked to the door
“Please like cat woman, poison ivy and Harley Quinn are any better?”

A soft knock made you look up from your book. You quickly
got up from your spot on the bed and made your way over to the door.

“H-hello, Cas.” You stuttered as you stepped aside
for him to enter the small room. Ever since he first appeared when you helped
Dean and Bobby summon him, you had always had a soft spot for the blue eyed
angel.

“Hello, Y/n. Dean has made me
aware of the fact that I should shower. I believe his exact words were ‘What the hell, Cas. You smell like an
avocado had sex with an older avocado.’” (a/n
I understood that reference.)

“Well then go take a shower.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“That’s the problem, I don’t know
how it works. I never had to wash myself in heaven. That’s actually why I came here, I wanted to ask you for help.” Your smile faded a bit as you
studied his face. You couldn’t help
but feel sympathy for (a/n the devil) him, after all it must be so hard for the
feathery cupcake to fit in here.

“Don’t get me wrong, Cas. But wouldn’t it be… better
if Dean or Sam helped you?” Your
face turned red as the thought of helping him shower entered your mind. Not that
you would mind helping him, you just knew he just meant it in a platonic way
and that broke your heart.

“The boys aren’t here, they won’t be back until tomorrow morning. And
Dean made it very clear I had to be clean by then.”

“W-well okay, let’s g-go then.” Your small, shaking hand grabbed his larger one as
started pulling him to the bathroom.

“S-so you h-have to take a-all
your clothes o-off to shower.” Blush rose
to your cheeks as he started unbuttoning his shirt. When he got to his trousers
you quickly gave him a towel to wrap around himself.

“I don’t understand,” Cas
said, walking closer to you. “If you’re going to help me don’t you have to be undressed too?” For a second your heart stopped,
your palms were clammy and your breath hitched in your throat.

“D-do you w-want me to b-be uh
u-undressed?” Your eyes slowly travelled down
his body to where the towel hung dangerously low on his hips. You swallowed,
looking back up to his eyes.

“Won’t your clothes get wet if you keep them on?” Right now you could curse him for
being such an innocent little squish. After a while you nodded doubtfully and
started taking of your shirt and trousers ‘till
you were left in nothing but your underwear.

The walls of the bathroom took your interest as insecurities
filled your mind. Castiel’s big
blue eyes were watching your every move and he squinted his eyes when he saw
you trying to cover your exposed stomach.

“Y/n, why are you trying to
hide your body? I think it looks very beautiful, don’t you?” You
kept your eyes on the walls but dropped your arms. Out of nowhere you felt his
hands slowly reach behind you, unclasping your bra, making it fall to the
ground. He softly bend down a little to slide your panties off, his soft hands
left goose bumps on your skin as they glided down your legs.

“C-come on.” You say, slightly pushing him
towards the shower. When the both of you entered you turned the water on,
letting your bodies get soaked.

“So how do we begin?” He asked, looking around the small
space.

“First you’ve got to use shampoo, here let me
show you.” You squirted a bit of your
favourite shampoo in the palm of your hands and started massaging his scalp. As
you ran your fingers through his wet hair you noticed how close you were. Due
to your small height (a/n if you’re not
short you can just change this part a little bit.) you had to look up a bit to
see his face. You blushed when you saw he was already looking down at you.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/n?” You looked at your feet, trying to
hide how red your face was by now. He put his fingers under your chin, forcing
you to look into his blue orbs. His hand rested on your cheek, while the other
one laid softly on your hip. You’re
breath quickened as his eyes flickered to your lips and back up again. Without
thinking you smashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed back, pushing you
against the wall.

His hand slowly moved down, stroking your inner thigh. You dug
your nails in his shoulders as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit. Soft moans
escaped your lips, encouraging him to keep going. He broke the kiss, only to
attack your neck. He started sucking and softly biting, leaving love bites
where ever he could. Without warning he entered a finger in you, causing you to
let out a load moan. He pumped his finger in a fast pace, adding a second one.
His thumb kept rubbing you clit as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

The voice instantly makes you stiffen but you don’t move a single inch, buried under your thick blanket. You’re curled into fetal position, a small lump on the mattress and pretending to be fast asleep. You listen to a long sigh and thankfully, the next second the light switches off and you hear the creak of the other bed on the other side of the room, a blanket being thrown open and then-

Silence.

The way you tug the blanket down from over your head to your nose, eyes slightly peeking out, is excruciatingly slow and cautious. Your heartbeat pounds into your eardrums and you swallow your mouthful of spit hard. She’s-..no….he’s-….Yoonji is…god whoever this person is - your best friend is lying on their bed, eyes shut tight and beginning to fall into endless dreams.

The wash of moonlight slightly trickles past the curtains, casting a white glow onto your best friend’s face. Her hair has returned to the way you’ve always recognized, length at her shoulders and her lips are naturally tinted pink - undeniably gorgeous and everything you’ve known. The longer you stare at her from across the room, the more relief you get and the corners of your lips upturn into a tiny smile.

Whatever you saw in the bathroom was a mistake. Your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long to post this! I’ve been trying to get caught up with school work annnddddd NAU sent me a letter the other day. Also I can’t make a masterlist for this fic??? Tumblr won’t let me link anything. Anyways, I hope ya like this part :)

It had been a couple of days and Lance stayed away from you, not wanting to fuck things up more than he already did. But he wanted to see you; he really wanted to see you, to hear your voice which he found so calming; but he stayed back.

So here he was at a bar getting drunk off his ass, scanning the crowded room for a piece of ass to take home. No one sparked his interest right away, not until his gaze set on a busty brunette on the dance floor, shaking her ass and attracting a few guys.

Lance downed his drink, slammed it down onto the bar counter and stood up all while keeping his eyes on her. He pushed passed the guys who were already undressing her with their eyes until he was in front of her. The woman smirked, flicked her hair to one side and pressed her back to Lance’s front. Instinctively his hands go to her waist, pulling her onto him even more so that he could create greater friction.

The woman turned around and wrapped her arms around Lance’s neck, pulling him down for a messy, drunk kiss. The kiss was hot, needy, sloppy. Her hands trailed up and down his chest, stopping at the buttons to undo and that’s when Lance pulled away.

“Your place or mine?” he was breathless.

“Yours.” and her lips were back on his.

They stumble into Lance’s apartment, hands roaming everywhere, touching everything. Lance kicked the door shut while the brunette worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once she was done, he shrugged it off and went back to kissing her. His fingers found the zipper to her dress and in one swift motion, the dress fell to the floor.

It wasn’t until the woman started unbuckling his pants that he stepped back. He didn’t want this - not with her. It felt wrong. So, so wrong. The whole time he pictured you, kissing you. But when reality set in, he couldn’t. Not with her.

The woman, breathless, looked over at Lance confused. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes lock with hers and he licks his lips, running his fingers through his gelled hair. “I can’t do this.”

“What?” then she smirked. “Don’t tell me you couldn’t get it up.”

“See that’s the problem.” he pouted. “It doesn’t get up for fake tits.”

The woman gasped, covering her exposed chest while she glared at Lance. “Fuck you!”

Lance smirks, watching as she picked her dress up from the floor to put it back on.

“You know, many other guys were dying to take me home.” she huffed.

Lance crossed his arms over his chest. “Yet you came home with me.”

“You asked.”

“And you could’ve denied.”

The woman rolled her eyes and zipped her dress back up. “And to think, you could’ve had all this.”

Lance snorts. “I like my women tight and from the way you were dancing tonight, it looks like you’ve had many guys in and out of-”

The brunette slaps him with force, causing his head to turn to the side. Not gonna lie, it stung. The woman left his apartment and Lance sat on his couch, holding his cheek. No doubt you felt it as well.

You walk into the gym with Hope and Maggie, sporting a red mark on your cheek.

“Oh my god what happened?” Ben questioned, motioning to your cheek.

Hope rolled her eyes and went over to assist Maggie.

“Lance must’ve gotten slapped or something.” you shrug.

“Speaking of Lance…” Ben gestured over his shoulder and your eyes followed until you locked eyes with Lance who was leaning up against the wall.

“Great..”

Excusing yourself from Ben, you walk over to Lance, causing him to stand up straight. “Why are you here?”

He nods his head over to Maggie. “Came to watch her practice.”

“You did that already.” you say as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Alright, you caught me.” he smiles at you, holding up both his hands. “I came to see you.”

“Lance Tucker, fucks anything and everything with tits and an ass.” you respond.

Lance chuckled. “Seems about right.” he plays with the hem of his jacket. “But I couldn’t fuck her when you were all I could think about. Which brings me to my next question; will you go on a date with me?”

You fold your hands in front of you. “Lance Tucker, also not one to go on dates.”

“That was until you.” he smirked. “I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since I first met you. Maybe it’s because we’re soulmates or maybe it’s because there’s something about you that I really like, either way I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You bite your lip. “I dunno dude.”

He sighs. “I know I’ve said some dumb shit before but that’s just how I am. I’ll change if it means you’ll give me another chance.”

“You shouldn’t have to change for anyone, Lance.” you sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

Lance smiles. It was better than a straight up no.

“I’ll text you or something - give me your phone.” you add.

Lance unlocks his phone and hands it over to you. You quickly type in your number and save your contact before giving him his phone back.

“I’ll see you later, I’ve got to-” you look over at Hope who was about to hand over her water bottle to Maggie. “Hope, no!”

“What? It’s just water.”

You start making your way over to them. “We both know that isn’t water.”

Lance laughs, watching you snatch away the water bottle and argue with Hope before leaving the gym, happy that he now had your phone number and you would consider going on a date with him.

Professors File Landmark Suit Exposing Cover Up of Discrimination and Corruption at University of Michigan

Two highly-accomplished, award-winning faculty have filed a joint complaint against the University of Michigan for violations of the Michigan Elliott-Larsen Civil Rights Act based on race discrimination, gender discrimination, marital status discrimination, race hostile work environment, and retaliation; and violations of the Persons with Disabilities Civil Rights Act, for discriminatory hostile treatment and retaliation.

The complaint demonstrates that U-M’s highly publicized “diversity” campaigns are driven by self-serving rhetoric and false promises designed to deflect attention from serious and ongoing problems of institutional racism, underrepresentation of minority groups, and a hostile campus climate for marginalized groups. The complaint documents multiple instances in which university leaders acted to suppress complaints of discrimination and retaliate against faculty and students who reported both systemic patterns and individual acts of discrimination. It reveals misconduct and complicity by administrators from the departmental level to the highest ranks of the deans’ and provost’s offices, including UM’s chief diversity officer.

While on protected leave under the Family Medical Leave Act to care for a baby with Down syndrome in Winter 2015, Emily Lawsin, a professor in the Departments of American Culture and Women’s Studies, was sent a layoff notice with no prior warning and despite her strong teaching record dating back to 2000. Lawsin successfully contested that layoff, but the university again barred her from teaching during the current Winter 2017 Semester.

Scott Kurashige, formerly professor in the Department of American Culture, was terminated from his position as Director of the Asian/Pacific Islander American Studies Program in December 2013 and was forced out of a tenured faculty position through a constructive termination in summer 2014 after successfully working at U-M for 14 years. Kurashige is one of 20 faculty of color, an alarming number, who left (with many forced out from) the small-to- medium sized Department of American Culture between 1997 and 2016.

Professor Lawsin requests reinstatement to her Lecturer IV faculty position without a “Remediation Plan.” Professor Kurashige requests that U-M reinstate him to his former positions of Professor with tenure and Director of the Asian/Pacific Islander American Studies Program at an equitable salary reflecting his experience and achievements. Both request economic and non-economic damages and permanent injunctive relief to stop race/ethnic discrimination at U-M.

Professors Lawsin and Kurashige are represented by Alice Jennings, a partner in the law firm of Edwards & Jennings, PC, based in Detroit. The abovesummary provides highlights of the 74-page complaint—filed in Washtenaw County Circuit Court on December 5, 2016.

Summary: You’re the twins assistant, and while they were in Jersey visiting their family and friends, you were back in LA handling all the business stuff. What you didn’t know was they were coming home earlier than planned, so maybe dancing around half naked in their apartment wasn’t such a great idea. Or was it?

Word Count: 1,571

Warnings: None.

A/N: This was all @ddolanss idea, I’m just writing it lol. Hopefully I did it justice! Lemme know what you guys think! <3

There will be a part 2 to this ;) …

* * The twins are 19 in this. * *

Reader’s POV

I was just a normal girl attending college here in LA at UCLA. Struggling to balance keeping up with my classes, and a shitty full time job as a waitress. It was stressful, but I needed to pay for tuition somehow. I was on Facetime with my parents one day, and they ended up telling me about this pretty cool job that they’ve heard about through one of their friends. Turns out their friend was a cousin of some guy who happens to be a security guard for some twins called The Dolan Twins, and apparently they were pretty big YouTubers. My parents told me their manager was looking for a personal assistant for them, and I guess my parents friend must’ve put in a few good words, because next thing I knew I was contacted by the boys manager.

Now here I am!

A year later, and I was finishing up my last year in college. I was no longer a waitress. Instead I was a personal assistant to two of the coolest dudes ever! Not to mention the hottest guys I’ve ever met! Ethan and Grayson Dolan, also known as The Dolan Twins. I remember when I first met them, I had a hard time believing they were only 19. They looked like they were around my age, either 23 or somewhere in their early 20s. They were the hottest and fittest 19 year olds I’ve ever met. Especially Ethan. But I knew that I needed to keep things professional, so I immediately pushed all the dirty, kinky thoughts right out of my head.

But when your best friend refused to stop whining about how this party was supposedly ‘different’, ‘more FUN’, you felt as if you’d been beat.

When you finally chose to accept the invitation, she smiled back at you, though there was something about the twinkle in her eyes that told you otherwise, as if there was something you didn’t know…

“YES! I knew you couldn’t resist! Now hurry and get changed, there’s only 30 minutes until we have to be at Jungkook’s house and you need to look like a million dollars!” Your friend excitably squealed.

A million dollars? You thought this was just some lame meet up with trashy music and an endless supply of alcohol, most likely having the night end with drunken slurs and sweaty bodies collapsed in heaps together. House parties really weren’t your thing.

“But… but I thought this was just a simple house party?” you groaned in protest.

Before you knew it, a black lacy, strapless dress had been flung at your face and obscured your view. Pulling the unwanted item off from over your head you took a closer look at the article of clothing. You couldn’t lie, it really was gorgeous, if a bit skimpy, perhaps even raunchy you could say….

You’d stepped into the dress, glancing at the reflection staring back at you. It was a short dress, really rather short, but it accentuated your subtle curves quite beautifully. It had crystal details around the belt and bust area and the lace caressed your skin at any slight movement. The outfit was coupled with a pair of sweet ruffled ballerina pumps and a leather clutch.

It was true, you knew Jungkook for a almost an entire year now since starting college, but your best friend’s behaviour had just been so off ever since accepting the invitation to this party. What were you supposed to say?

“Yeah, no… It’s nothing really, I guess…”

♡♡♡

Pressing your finger into the doorbell felt as if It sent an electric shock pulsing through your veins. This was a mistake, regret was bubbling up inside your stomach like the most horrible acidic and sugary soda.

A familiar beaming face greeted you, It was Jungkook! With a warm and friendly welcome, the pair of you were ushered upstairs into what must have been Jungkook’s bedroom.

This was rather odd, as it sounded like the large main party crowd was in the living room, where you could make out a flickering of lights and see discarded plastic cups of god knows what strewn near the living room entrance.

The loud music pumped through your system and made your heart jump with what felt like a growing excitement.

Stepping through Jungkook’s bedroom door, you were greeted by a circle of party guests, none of which you knew. Great. Why were you here again?

You kept your head low, since parties really weren’t your thing. Your eyelashes rapidly fluttered as you focused on the intricate patterns of the floorboards, until you had only had to go and stumble on an uneven bump in the floor. So much for making an introduction…

Cursing your clumsy, introverted and shy tendencies, you began to rub at your ankle, which had been twisted awkwardly upon your fall. Your attention sprung to a man with pretty, honeyed melanin skin, as said gentleman had cleared his throat bringing your focus to how he was at your feet and offering his hand.

Attempting to smile through your pained and dazed expression you reached out to clasp the man’s hand. His long, slender fingers brushed over your knuckles gently before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss right there. You gasped sharply, not expecting this stranger to be so forward straight away. It felt as if your heart was trying to escape your ribcage, beating quicker with every passing moment. It was like everything was in slow motion.

“Ooooh someone’s taken Taehyung’s fancy already!” a man sitting the other side of Jungkook quipped amused.

“Taehyung would you please take several seats and leave (Y/N) alone! Is the only thing you think about what would make your dick happy?” Jungkook chimed in.

A rosy pink blush started spreading across your porcelain skin. This was evidently all distant background noise to this Taehyung man, as he waved them off whilst still keeping all his attention and focus on you.

“enchanté…” he leaned into the shell of your ear and whispered after finally releasing his peach, plush lips from the back of your hand. It sent what felt like thousands of shivers and quivers up the back of your neck and travelling back down your spine.

Taehyung finally helped you up off the ground, as you proceeded to join the circle of strangers. You sat and arranged the short layers of your dress, which you were still particularly self-conscious about. You could clearly feel Taehyung’s eyes following your every movement and drinking in your features. His eyes roamed over your thighs, where the milky flesh was exposed and impossible to cover with the skirt of your dress. He noticed your taut stomach, before his eyes made their way up to your long, elegant neck. Out the corner of your eye, pretending to fiddle with your skirt some more, you could notice how Taehyung’s lips had fallen open, parted in a gaping sort of way. Originally, you thought this man had good enough manners to know better than to stare, but perhaps you were wrong about this.

Time was passing and again, it felt like there was simply muffled background noise of hyper chatter and spluttering laughs, as it felt as if the spotlight had been placed on you by Taehyung. Was it you, or was he inching closer little by little, getting a better look of your cushiony coral coated lips? His tongue peeked out his mouth to swipe across his own bottom lip. You felt like prey to the broad shouldered predator who was creeping up on you, slowly, slowly….

“SO NOW THE GAME BEGINS!”

With a clap of hands, Jungkook declared the beginning of said ‘game.’ Snapping you back into the harsh reality of this party.

“Um, excuse me sorry, I must have missed something… what game are we playing exactly?” You uttered helplessly.

“Seven Minutes in heaven x truth or dare! Kind of a merge of the two, we’ll start with truth or dare, and see where it goes from there I guess.” Jungkook had a smirk on his face which you didn’t entirely like the look of.

You gulped nervously, as a bottle was placed in the centre of the circle. So this was spin the bottle too now? You’d had enough, this was torture, this wasn’t you, there must be some way of escape!

The bottle spun, and landed on the one and only Mr Taehyung.

Oh great.

“Truth or dare TaeTae?” a small man, Jimin, you found out, called from the opposite side of the circle.

“Dare of course” Taehyung challenged with a wiggle of his brows.

This man’s confidence really was so sexy.

“Ok then, your dare is you have to strip down to nothing but your underwear and stay that way for the whole game, until we say you can get changed again, but make a show of it.”

The man showed no look of being phased by this dare, instead he smugly smirked back at your friend, the one who had requested the damned dare, before directing his eyes back to you. There was a flicker of danger in his eyes, as you began to shift uncomfortably in your seated spot.

He stood up towering over you. Playfully, he began fiddling with the buckle to his belt before letting go, to teasingly rub his thighs with the flat palms of his hands. The clicking sound of the buckle becoming undone threw your attention tho his groin area, but to no avail, as he had not yet removed his pants fully. He was just testing the waters.

The tease.

One by one, he undid the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. It was too much already. You stifled, trying desperately to hold back a moan that needed to escape.

His bare chest was now on show, his pecks, the small hardened nubs, stood erect before you and his chocolate abs glowed, a light sheen of sweat covered the abs as little pools nestled in the magnificently contoured structure.

His head lulled to the side, as his body now faced you completely. You could tell he was doing this all for your suffering entertainment and enjoyment, although you could tell even some of the boys in the circle were getting into this, judging by the tent forming in the front of their pants. His eyes had narrowed to slits as he quirked a brow at you.

Rolling his head, he then proceeded to rub over his hardened nipples, allowing him to release the most delicious groan you had ever heard. His head now tilted backwards, working furiously at his nipples before moving down to palm his crotch.

A series of pants and small whimpers filled the stuffy air of the bedroom. Everything was silent except for Taehyung. His cock was now straining tightly against the material of his black slacks, leading him to whip them off in one go, as he grew impatient.

You were mesmerised, lust had clouded your vision and you couldn’t think about anything except Taehyung. Everything was Taehyung. Maybe this party wasn’t such a mistake after all.

Taehyung started thumbing the slit of his cock through his boxer briefs when his actions were halted by an older looking man, by the name of Jin.

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough now, the dare was simply to do a striptease, not have a wank with a full circle of witnesses!”

Small giggles reverberated around the room as it was evident Taehyung was trying to come back down and steady himself.

The show was wonderful and all, but now it meant Taehyung had to sit next to you with a raging hard on, and you’d have to continue the game as normal, without staring at his clearly massive 8 maybe even 9 inch cock.

The bottle spun a few more times, luckily sparing you as the next victim. You couldn’t believe your luck, that was until…

“Ah, (Y/N)!” The almost naked man beside you exclaimed with far too much excitement.

So this really was your unlucky day…

“So what’s it gonna be (Y/N)…. truth? or maybe… dare?” Taehyung purred, latching his thumb onto your lip, swiping across it in an almost hypnotised manner, staining his thumb with your coral lipstick.

“I dare YOU… to give me a lap dance.” The cheeky man sat back on his elbows, opening his legs rather suggestively before winking at you.

The room instantly filled with whoops and cheers of encouragement and laughter.

Could the floor just swallow you right now? That seemed like the best option. You glared over at your friend, who was now laying down clutching her stomach in fits of laughter. You shot her a look of daggers, before facing Taehyung again.

This man was clearly VERY horny but also VERY into you.

And so were you to be perfectly honest… so why not put on a show? Show everyone you weren’t this shy, innocent young girl.

Suddenly, a smooth and sensual beat flooded through the speakers located in the corner of the room.

All eyes were on you, especially a pair of chocolate orbs who had already started grazing your features once again.

You began to sway your hips seductively to the sexy, deep base before body rolling, fisting your hands into tendrils of stray hair.

Slowly but surely, you began to edge your way over to Taehyung. You spotted Jungkook’s desk chair and pushed it his way, still keeping your sensual aura about your act, dragging your feet as you walked, then heading into a crawl on all fours. You were the predator now. YOU were in control.

Taehyung spread his legs again now sat in the desk chair, massaging his pulsating length that was screaming for attention.

You could hear a concoction of snickers and breathy sighs coming from the spectators looking on at this hot mess you were about to show them. Things were about to get a little hotter though, you inwardly giggled to yourself.

With ease, you sunk smoothly down on top of Taehyung’s thick thighs and began to bounce teasingly, lifting the short petticoat like layers of your dress. You knew he could feel your heated core rubbing ever so slightly on the bare area of his thighs.

A deep growl through gritted teeth signified the man’s appreciation of the erotic act.

“Mmmmm ahhh my god (Y/N) fuck my thighs you do it for me slut ahhhh”

Who were you to deny this prince of what he wanted? You built up a strong and steady pace on his thighs, humping them whilst still keeping to the rhythm of the dirty beat.

“Daddy mmm let me hear you moan, tell me what you want… Do you want me now? How bad do you want it?”

Taehyung whimpered helplessly underneath you, cursing now and again as he clenched and relaxed his thighs allowing himself to feel more of your core humping his thigh. The feeling was orgasmic for you. It felt as if you were ready for climax, but neither of you wanted that yet.

Instead, you began to edge yourself, slowing your actions considerably, much to Taehyung’s disappointment.

But however, you did slip the dress up and over your head in a swift glide. You were rather impressed with yourself really, maybe a stripper could be a night shift job that would suit just fine.

Unclasping your bra, you sunk forward further onto Taehyung, restricting his movements. His mouth was watering, as you pressed your breasts further towards his face, he managed to grab your boobs, massaging them and going to suck on your nipple.

You were so sensitive. The only thing you could inhale was the musky, vanilla scent of Taehyung’s cologne intoxicating your senses, all you could see was red, the inside of Taehyung’s mouth laving over one of your nipples, just like velvet…

You let out deep, guttural moans. You had totally forgotten about the little audience who were still watching this extravaganza.

The song was now on repeat, but before you knew it, the pair of you were tumbling head first into a dim lit closet. The last thing you saw was Jungkook’s exasperated face, muttering something along the lines of:

“I’m sure you’ll be longer than seven minutes, but I don’t have a fuck to give anymore… *something something* I don’t want cum stains on the inside of my closet doors” The slither of light outside the closet dissipated. *SLAM.* You two were left in the dark closet now, alone.

The unexpected and cramped environment shook the pair of you briefly, before continuing your fun.

“Hey, kitten psst… I’m still waiting for a kiss before you decide to suck this enormous cock… that is, if I let you have dessert.” Taehyung chuckled, his low growl making your clit throb in anticipation as he nipped at your collar bone.

The pet name did it for you. You dived forward, connecting your ravenous lips, becoming one. Taehyung rolled effortlessly on top of your lithe body, roughly shoving his tongue into your awaiting mouth. Your tongues were dancing, never had you felt so loved. He stroked his hands feverishly up and down the sides of your body and pinned your hips down firmly. You were on fire.

The two of you broke apart for air, panting hotly against one another.

“Taehyung… I’ll always get what I want. A kitten needs her milk after all.” Your voice dripped teasingly.

You slithered down Taehyung’s fit form, reaching your prize. A large expanding wet spot was visible on at the tip of the tent in the man’s straining boxers.

You looked up into the smokey cat eyes, watching your every movement and bit your lip.

You then dipped down, kitten licking the head through the material of Taehyung’s boxers. This made Taehyung keen and arch his back. It was just like he was your baby boy for now, but you were fully aware of his daddy temperaments and dominant side too.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and ripped them off in the speed of light.

You went to suck on his ballsack, eliciting more animalistic grunts and pants. But you weren’t one to waste time. Squeezing the girth of his shaft you deep throated his cock in one go, bobbing your head determinedly.

Taehyung’s legs were now shaking from the direct stimulation and desire coursing through his system.

“Jagi, I’m gonna cum, stop shit fuck I can’t h….hnngggg.”

You thought it was all over, until you were forced off his dick with a lewd, wet sounding pop.

His hands had found themselves on that certain part of your throat that would drive you crazy. Cautiously, he applied the smallest amount of pressure that made your head go fuzzy and made you feel warm and light-headed.

“So it looks like this princess does have a choking kink huh…”

You made no effort to respond, not even ‘hm’, neither a ‘yes daddy’.

Something darkened in Taehyung’s facial expressions in that moment.

“So baby doesn’t wanna respond? Well then I think spanking time is due Jagi…”

You were draped submissively over Taehyung’s muscly thighs, as loud smacks made contact with your bare asscheeks. You were certain the others could hear outside the closet, as your moans soon turned to screams. How long had it been? Far longer than seven minutes now. Were the others still even there?

“Keep it down my needy little whore…. keep it down or the others will hear. Or is that what you want? Is it (Y/N)? Tell daddy what you need. Beg for me.”

“Tae-T-Tae Oppa I want to… wanna cum right now.”

You felt so incredibly helpless, but you loved it. You loved being submissive to Taehyung, this sex god.

“Yeah? Wanna cum? Want this dick inside your tight pussy throbbing, fucking you senseless until you can’t even get up the next day?”

Taehyung bit down into the angry red hand-prints he had marked onto your ass, smoothing his large tongue over the attacked area and increasing the burning sensation…

You didn’t notice when he scrambled around in his jacket that had been chucked into the closet to reveal a condom. He teared the packet open cleanly with his teeth and rolled it down his length.

There was no lube however, as he proceeded to spit into his hands, preparing his cock sufficiently.

Your legs were now spread and awaiting Taehyung. With one quick thrust, the man slid into your heat with ease. Thrusting, in and out roughly you knew one another were reaching climax rapidly.

Seeing stars both Taehyung and yourself came hard, Taehyung still inside of you shooting his seed in long white ribbons as it combined with your own mess.

Collapsing together, Taehyung pecked your cupid bow lips and smiled with a warmth in his eyes.

“Heaven lasts forever when it is shared with you, angel delight.”

He whispered, as you burst into fits of giggles.

Maybe you had your friend some thanking to do…

This is so so dirty, I swear my imagination gets more vivid and dirtier by the day. I hope you enjoyed it! Asks/opinions and even requests are always welcomed!

Important Note: this series is in collaboration with @melonnpie, based on her amazingcherry bomb squad universe. the art accompanying each part of this mini series is done by her, and I can’t thank her enough for letting me bring this au to life! check out her CBS art here, here and here if you haven’t already!

Events were not always dictated by choice. Sometimes they transpired out of necessity, or a lack of alternatives. Sometimes it was convenience, sometimes it would just have to do. That was the sort of situation you found yourself in.